Huahua didn't expect that she could not beat Ling Zhaoyan.
When did her realm break through to the gods!
At the time of the Demon Cult Mountain Gate, he obviously only had the strength of the Seven Star Realm.
Could it be possible that after a few months of confinement, such an astonishing leap in strength can occur?
Huahua didn't want to believe it, but the strength that Ling Zhaoyan displayed was not at all false.
Whether it was her sword or her sword skills, they all announced to the world that another master of the gods in the Tibetan realm was born.
What surprised Hua Hua even more was that Ling Zhaoyan not only mastered the Canglang Sword Fu, but also the Shuangtian Sword!
She had learned the two strongest swordsman skills at the time.
This woman's talent in swordsmanship is really scary.
The archway in Dongshan County has been destroyed by the shock wave generated by the confrontation between the two.
The surrounding houses also collapsed to varying degrees.
Thanks to the fact that the people in the house have not slept, they rushed out when the house was about to collapse and went to another house to take shelter.
The sky was still dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.
The patriarch of Dongshan County then ordered the tribe to light the lanterns.
Red lanterns are hung under the eaves.
The dark red light can only illuminate a limited area, and many lanterns can illuminate only a corner.
Even because the red light was too much like blood, the entire Dongshan County looked a little strange.
Ling Zhaoyan was holding the sword hilt with his left hand behind him, and the tip of the sword slanted to the ground.
A faint white mist emerged from the sword.
That's because the previous move was too fast, making the sword body hot.
Stopping now, the hot blade naturally started to smoke under the stimulation of the cold air.
The blooming head is also smoking.
The truth is the same.
But the head of a bald monk was smoking, and this posture seemed to be ascending to heaven at first glance.
"Brother Huahua, let's stop here." Ling Zhaoyan closed the sword, "You can't kill me, and I can't kill you. The people behind you are innocent, so why bother with them?"
Hua Hua said: "The spread of Buddhism is a big matter. Whoever hinders me will be my enemy."
Ling Zhaoyan said: "But Buddhism also pays attention to compassion and never kills indiscriminately."
Floweringly said: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
Ling Zhaoyan nodded: "Unexpectedly, Brother Hua has such a strong spirit of self-sacrifice."
"So, please get out of the way. I don't want to be an enemy of Dingjian Pavilion, and I don't want to be an enemy of Sword Saint." Huahua said: "But if you continue to hinder me, I don't mind becoming an enemy of Dingjian Pavilion."
Ling Zhaoyan sighed.
"Brother Huahua, if you really want to kill these people today, I can't actually stop you. After all, I don't want to fight with you to death, but I can guarantee that as many people you kill today, I will kill as many monks in the future. ."
Blooming angrily stared at Ling Zhaoyan: "Do you dare."
Ling Zhaoyan's expression is indifferent: "Brother Huayou can try."
"Ling Zhaoyan! This is the grievance between Buddhism and Datang, must Dingjian Pavilion blend in!" Huahua said loudly.
Ling Zhaoyan replied: "It's not that Dingjian Pavilion wants to blend, but I must blend."
"Why?" Huahua asked.
"For Zhou Fei." Ling Zhaoyan said.
The blossom was silent.
This damn love.
…
The wind and snow covered the body of the military division, and his head and shoulders were covered with white snow.
Opposite him was Qinglian, the second senior from the college, who was not contaminated by any snow.
It has been time for the two parties to maintain this posture.
The military division dared not move, but was unwilling to leave like this.
Qinglian's task is to protect these grains and not let them be snatched away. As for the disciple of Xinggong Pavilion in front of him, he is not very interested.
In Qinglian's heart, there were no more than five people in the world who could be his opponents.
Among them, the one who wants to challenge most is Yue Jingyu who knows Yueguan.
But at present, the difference in strength between the two sides is still relatively large, so Qinglian will retreat when nothing is wrong, and retreat when nothing is wrong, and finally won the achievement of fighting the retreat crazy monster.
Although Xinggong Pavilion is an old-school organization, there have not been any super masters, even their pavilion master, the strength is very average.
This organization has always been based on "intelligence".
They especially like playing power.
After all, it was part of the Demon Cult that went out.
The demon sect at the beginning was no different from a small country. The internal division of work was extremely clear. Yong Mendi was the emperor, and the official system was almost copied from the Tang Dynasty. The predecessor of the Xinggong Pavilion was the three provinces and six departments of the demon sect. The palace took away a large number of talented senior officials, and most of the rest were from military factions.
So Qing Lian never regarded the person in front of him as an opponent, and even from Qing Lian's point of view, the opponent was not worth his shot.
The wind and snow gradually showed signs of stopping.
In the past few days, the blizzard has always been like this, it stopped for a while and then went crazy again and again.
It can be said that if the blizzard lasts for a few days, even if there is this batch of food, the people of Chang'an will not be able to bear it.
Qing Lian's patience has never been very good.
The time to wait for the other party's two sticks of incense is already very rare.
"Are you going to fight or not?" Qing Lian said, looking a little irritable. "Get out of the way if you don't fight, I'm going back."
The black army division was tangled to death.
He is actually not good at fighting.
It's okay to bully an ordinary farmer. There is no chance of winning against Qinglian.
But if Qinglian were left in this way, all the previous layouts would be in vain.
Seeing that the situation has reached a critical time, this batch of grain is likely to become the last straw to crush Chang'an.
The military division really didn't want to give up.
But... I really can't beat it.
Seeing him not speaking, Qing Lian let out the farmer behind him to prepare to move on.
He also hurried back to see the junior brother and Wang Huan fight.
If Wanghuan's bald donkey really killed his junior brother, then he wouldn't mind creating a murder in Chang'an.
The convoy drove slowly past the military division's side.
He clenched his fist tightly, and tried to blast these grain trucks several times, but it was a pity that he couldn't have the courage to come.
In the end, the team left, and he was the only one left in the vast snow.
A small black spot appeared in the white, it seemed so lonely.
On the other side, Tao Kuan and his hundreds of mountain bandits, who were killed by the Meng family army, lost their helmets and abandoned their armor, and their corpses were everywhere.
The rabble is not the opponent of the regular army after all.
Moreover, the Meng Family Army is still one of the most powerful beings in the regular army.
A fluke win before gave Tao Kuan the illusion that Datang's army was nothing more than that.
Today, Meng Zhulu gave him a lesson.
Tao Kuan was shot to death by random arrows. Only dozens of bandits with hundreds of numbers fled into the forest, and the rest were all beheaded by the Meng Family Army.
Meng Zhulu didn't bother to look at these corpses, and ordered to move on.